Back in
Oslo. I hope for some continuous weeks of summer from now on. Why? So that the
feeling of anxiety disappears, that nagging, slightly frantic feeling of
wanting to pack a summer’s worth of experiences into one or two warm days, as
though we have gotten a reprieve from prison and have to make the most of it. That
feeling that you cannot waste a single warm day, because a real summer day
wasted is a summer day gone forever. It has felt like that for some of us this
summer. You make the best of it, you don’t complain, you live one day at a
time, and you hope for better weather. But many Norwegians decided early on to
abandon their country for warmer lands—and did so in droves. The charter trip
companies made out like bandits this summer. Financially-struggling countries
in southern Europe found themselves invaded by northern Europeans seeking sun
and warmth. So it’s not just me who misses real summers. And I can remember
real summers here in Oslo during the 1990s when I first moved here; the shift
toward cooler, shorter and rainier summers has occurred during the past five to
seven years. If this is what global warming is doing to our planet--changing
weather patterns to this degree--then I can only wonder about what future
summers will bring.
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Saturday, August 11, 2012
The promise of summer
I could
just as well have entitled this post ’a taste of summer’. Either way, you’ll
understand what I mean about fleeting glimpses of summer—those tantalizing warm
sunny days that lead you to believe that real summer is right around the
corner. But somehow real summer never materializes. That has been the summer experience
in Oslo this year. Perhaps it is more correct to say that summer (as most of us
define it—sunny and warm days) came and went in May, which had some wonderfully
warm summer-like days (in fact, I wrote a post at that time called The Smells
of Summer: http://paulamdeangelis.blogspot.no/2012/05/smells-of-summer.html). May was followed by two months of
gray skies and rain. Temperatures have hovered around sixty degrees Fahrenheit
since then. Summer has been struggling futilely to return. And then, it
happened. Today is a real summer day. Yesterday was also a real summer day.
Tomorrow is predicted to be a real summer day. I’ll believe it when I see it. I
trust nothing and no one, not the clear night sky of tonight, not the balmy night
temperature, not the golden moon, not weather reporters, and least of all the
newspapers that are constantly telling us that ‘summer is finally here’. No, it’s
not (well maybe it will be for the rest of August—hope springs eternal. I’m not
a pessimist). Real summer is what I just experienced for ten glorious days in
New York. So hot (temperatures hovering around 90 degrees Fahrenheit) that it
feels like the heat is rising up from the street pavements, so hot that you have to
throw off the bed sheets at night, even though the ceiling fan is on (can’t run
the air-conditioners 24/7—the electric bills would be out of sight). So hot
that my friend’s terrace is too hot to walk on in my bare feet. So hot that you
think about running through the sprinkler that is watering the plants that need
the water more than we do. But I am not complaining. My friends complained
about the heat. The New York media reported and complained about the heat. Not
me. I savored every chance I got to soak in the sun’s
warmth and the summer’s heat and humidity. I walked when others drove their
air-conditioned cars, although I enjoyed the a/c too, don’t misunderstand me. I
had my water bottle with me on my walks and sipped it when I got thirsty. I
rested when I got tired. That’s what the heat forces you to do—slow down. You
can do everything you normally do, just at a slower pace. And really, what’s
wrong with that? I took the train into Manhattan from Irvington, and sat on the
platform benches waiting for the train, breathing in the smell of the wooden
platform and the tracks. I see what I never saw before, because now I am a
tourist in my home state, and I get to appreciate what I took for granted
before when I was younger and lived there. I never get over how beautiful New
York State is during the summer months. It doesn’t matter if I am upstate (in
Tarrytown, Cortlandt Manor, Albany, or Pine Bush) or in New York City. New York
is a beautiful state; it has the Hudson River, the lovely Hudson River towns
and estates that I have written about many times, lakes, lush green parks and
forests, and abundant farmland. It also has the Catskill and Adirondack mountains;
I have not spent much time hiking in them, but it’s on my bucket list. Once you
get outside of the city, you come into contact with a myriad of insects—mosquitoes,
spiders, flies, crickets, and cicadas. You hear the latter two in the evenings, especially. Do I get bitten by mosquitoes? Yes I do, and the bites are
irritating enough so that I ended up buying Benadryl to alleviate
the itching. Ticks have become a real problem in semi-rural and rural areas; I
actually know several people who have had Lyme’s disease—hikers, golfers, and
fishermen.
Friday, May 25, 2012
The smells of summer
Out biking
earlier this evening. Breathing in the smells of late spring/early summer. This
is the season of lilacs, my favorite flowers, of freshly-mown green grass, a
smell I love, of grilled meat on the barbecue, asphalt roads baking in the heat—the
smell of tar. Reminds me of the ocean boardwalk at Rye Beach Playland, also
baking in the sun. Love that smell—it always brings me back to childhood,
summers, and our annual trip to Playland that was a treat from our parents to
us and our friends. Loads of fun. Opened the door to my house, the hallway was
filled with the pungent (but not unpleasant) odor that comes from my fig tree,
which now has three figs on it. In the living room I smelled the lovely delicate
fragrant scent that comes from my mini-orange tree, which has at least six
oranges growing on it now and many new white blossoms. The fragrance attracts the
bees, who love it when they get the chance to alight on the blossoms; and that
is only when they get a chance to come into the house when the windows are wide
open as they have been the past few days due to the heat. And then of course my
basil plants, with their wonderful smell that always remind me of my aunt’s
garden in Tarrytown. When we visited her during the summer, she would make
dinner and send us children out into the garden to pick tomatoes and basil
leaves for her salad, and also raspberries (for dessert) from the bushes that surrounded her
house. I always remember the strong smell of basil from her garden.
The smells of summer are peaceful, a kind of aromatherapy for the mind and soul.
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